Saving Leah Series Book 7 "So what do you admire most about women?" I ask the man as he sips on his coffee. He smirks as he sets his cup down, acting as if my question was some sort of joke, "Her complete submission, of course." I hum, disproving greatly of this answer as well as all the others before. "Birdie is not the type of submissive to give complete submission easily. What is your plan with that?" I ask him. He just laughs, "Every submissive can be broken in, it is only a test of a dominant's will," he says with a smirk. I smile tightly and slide his application into my folder, having all the answers I need. "So when do I get to meet her?" He asks, suddenly standing as he sees me gathering my things. I smile for real now, taking great pleasure in this part of the project. "Birdie is a flame in need of stoking, not extinguishing. I appreciate your time, but I have a lot of other candidates-" "There is nothing wrong with me holding my submissive up to high standards. I'm an incredibly experienced dominant and-" "This has nothing to do with your experience level. Like I said before-" I try to explain again before he once again cuts me off. He raises his voice going on about himself. I doubt he really cared for Birdie all that much. He's never met her. This is an ego thing. "You have a nice day," I tell him with a sigh, turning and checking my watch as I leave the coffee shop. Appointment four down, six more to go. ---- Birdie, the wild, sassy, and fiery child of Ellie and Charlie is now of age to have her own dominant. With deep insecurities about her own personality, she asks her beloved brother Weston to find her a dominant. Ethan set out in life to be successful and he did just that. He owns his own finance company, his house and a nice car...but no submissive. He finds Birdie's profile online and is intrigued by the vague descriptions and the extensive interview process he must undergo to meet her.

"If you misbehave in public once, I'll spank you lightly. But do it again and I'll take you to the bathroom, understand?" ---- We started out as friends who liked each other, but when it came to dating... Things got intimate. We both liked being called one word specifically: I liked being called Baby Girl, and he liked being called Daddy. Kinky? Yes, I know. But it just seemed to work out for us. But we had one problem. Baby Girl didn't always wanna listen to Daddy... -------------------------------------------------- This story contains Mature Content. All Rights Reserved. In order to read some of the chapters, you might have to follow me. I'm not sure how Wattpad works when it comes to mature content.

"Over my lap, now." He growled seductively, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me towards him. I lay my stomach over his knees, and he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, whispering dirty things into my ear. "You wore that tight shirt to show all of the men in our office your lovely cleavage, right? Well, they don't need to be seeing what's mine." He emphasized, pulling up my skirt and rubbing my bare cheeks, after he let go of my hair. "Tell me, Jade. Were you trying to be a bad girl? He asked me, as he smacked each one of my cheeks once. "N-no Sir." I stuttered, obviously lying. "I don't tolerate liars, Jade. Count."

He was Stone Cold.. literally. Frozen in time for centuries, A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free. History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the history. A cursed vampire lord turned to stone, A human girl born to lift his curse. Read more to find out how their story unfolds. (It's my first story. Please go easy on me ❤) ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

"Don't jump, wait!" I cried as the boy stepped off of the ledge. I screamed and ran to the edge, leaning over it tediously. "You need to chill," someone said from above me. I squeaked and jumped backwards-thankfully. "B-But you jumped," I stuttered as I looked up at the boy who was hovering above me. "B-But," he mocked me, "I'm already dead, sweetheart." ------ Amelia Collins, social worker and quite frankly, possibly the nicest person you'll ever meet - living, or dead. Christopher Dell, community menace and quite frankly, possibly the rudest ghost in the province - and he prides himself on it. ------ "I love this so much!" - @writing_notepad

"I thought I knew him. I should've known better." Matt Young, the mayor's oldest son. He had a reputation in Wrigley, Maine. I just couldn't tell if it was good or bad. He was Berkley bound; a star baseball player who read to children at the elementary school when he finished his classes, and his smile lit up a room. But he didn't smile often. At least not at school. No one talked to him and he didn't talk to them. Teachers wouldn't call on him, no one sat with him at lunch. Isolated by his peers, he had a temper. He hated everyone and everything about Wrigley. I was the only exception.

---mature content(18+)--- "Eleanor...", he breathed out. I got down on my knees, my hands trailing down his six packs to his perfect V, until I reached the hem of his jeans. "What are you doing bella?" "I need you... Right now", I whispered, testing his patience by slowly unzipping his jeans. ................... In which princess Eleanora De Ville Montcroix Anderson ends up seducing the Italian chef/secretly a billonaire Vincent Milano. Highest rating: #10 in Romance, #17 in chicklit (This is a stand-alone novel)

I began to squeeze her even tighter. "Do you notice that you don't call Hawai'i home anymore? When you were over there and you'd talk about home, you'd always be referring to back here." She placed her palms on either side of my body and lifted herself up. Looking directly into my eyes, she confidently said, "No. I was always referring to you. You and Cayleigh are my home." ***** Cayden Jourdan is the guy every guy wants to be and every girl wants to be with. Everyone believes he not only has what it takes to lead his team to the Championships for the first time in school history but also to make it to the NFL. His skills on the field are extraordinary, but it has nothing on his skills in the bedroom. Just ask any girl on campus. Most of them are willing to do anything to get into bed with him. Some of them want even more. But unfortunately for them, he's not the relationship type. Never has been. And even if he were, his heart's not his to give away. It's completely owned by his four year old daughter, Cayleigh. But what happens when his little princess asks him to get her a real mommy for Christmas? What's the playboy to do? Brooke Kahele just made the biggest decision of her life...transferring to an out of state college. Can she survive being on her own for the first time when her whole support system is all the way on the other side of the Pacific Ocean? Well, ready or not, she's about to find out. CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND SITUATIONS ***** Side note: The image used as my cover is not my own and I am in no way claiming it to be.

"Logan..." I breathed out. Logan pinned me against his wall and his eyes glowed. His wolf is coming out. Crap crap crap. He kissed down my cheek bone till he got to my neck. "Logan..." I let out again. He began to suck on my neck and kiss the place he was supposed to mark. I Let out a faint moan and he started to give me a throaty growl. I run my hands through my hair and he started to breathe rapidly. "You smell so good Ella" he said not parting from my neck. My wolf purred at the things I was doing with my mate right now. "Logan I think we should stop." I said pushing him off a little bit to look into his eyes. "I'm so hungry" he said and his eyes were completely golden. Dang it.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.